Chapter 2 - Agent Vance Pulls Back The Bloodstained Mortuary Shroud
The fluorescent lights hummed with an agonizingly high-pitched frequency that cut through the absolute silence of the subterranean county morgue.
Agent Vance’s gloved fingers curled tightly around the damp cotton fabric of the translucent mortuary shroud.
Dr. Miller felt his heart hammer violently against his ribs as he stared at the crimson stain spreading across the table.
“Wait, Agent Vance... protocol dictates that I complete the preliminary toxicological sweeps before external inspection,” Dr. Miller stammered nervously.
Vance did not even blink, his ice-blue eyes fixed entirely on the contours beneath the pale plastic covering.
“Protocols can wait, Doctor, when there is unexplained fresh blood on a corpse that supposedly died hours ago,” Vance replied coldly.
With one swift, merciless motion, Vance yanked the mortuary shroud backward toward the head of the stainless-steel table.
Clara lay fully exposed beneath the glaring overhead lights, her eyes wide open and staring directly into his face.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips as the cool air hit her skin, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths.
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Vance stepped back half a pace, his hand instinctively dropping toward the black leather holster at his waist.
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